A Journal of My Dreams

*sigh*

Another night of little sleep with only vague memories of dreaming – nowhere near coherent enough to even attempt to describe.

I was talking with the reason for my lack of sleep (and general peace of mind here lately) and I was reminded of a recurring nightmare from my childhood. To anyone else, it probably wouldn’t even be considered a nightmare, but I would wake up in tears. It took place in a store that was open back then – kind of a locally owned precursor to Wal-Mart. At any rate, they were the only store I knew back then that sold pet fish, and to this day, I have no idea just why it triggered such a strong reaction in my subconcious. There wasn’t a whole lot to the dream, other than me standing in the store realizing that no matter where I went or which way I turned, there were fish tanks full of fish, and it felt like they were closing in on me.

I just realized it’s a variation of the classic claustrophobic dreams, just with fish on all the walls. Odd because I’m no where near claustrophobic – I actually have tendencies toward agoraphobia. But I STILL cannot breathe if I have to walk past Wal-Mart’s wall of fish, and it was almost a full-fledged panic attack when I went into a petstore once, not realizing that tropical fish was one of their specialties. It was aisle after aisle of fish, and my sister couldn’t understand why I had to get out of there. Heh – how do you successfully make someone understand you’re still traumatized from nightmares you had almost two decades earlier?